I was very happy to swim with Angie again this morning after more than two weeks of swimming separately. I’ve missed our chatty swims; the way that bobbing along in the water seems to imbue our conversations with an extra layer of meaning. The water was smooth and silky; occasionally ruffling in the wind, but… Read More Seal Sighting (Day 116)
My friend, Angie, comes from a family of swimmers. She grew up in Ireland swimming in the River Shannon with her brothers and sisters and in the sea with her grandmother, who swam every day. Her sister, Darina, who kindly put us all up for the night at her lovely house in Sebastopol, is also… Read More Doran Beach (Day 72)
I waited all day to post my morning swim and now it seems like a long time ago. It’s a gorgeous long weekend and with Kevin in England for three weeks and Hazel a busy teenager, I’m trying not to feel lonely and sorry for myself by seizing this opportunity to get lots of writing… Read More Just Another Day of Soft Blues (Day 49)
It felt great to be home again at my familiar Albany bulb with my swimming gang. Crystal clear skies greeted us this morning, along with strong wind. I thought the water was going to feel warm after my significantly colder swims these last few days, but it did not. Maybe past a certain point, cold… Read More Home (Day 33)
Welp, I’m fifty. I had an amazing birthday. It started in Inverness with a stunning sunrise. I stood and watched the day unfold, coffee warming my hands. The sun came up glorious and warm and Kevin and I went for a kayak, paddling vigorously, muscles burning, and then drifting quietly, watching the birds splash into… Read More Birthday (Day 11)